Natasha's P.O.V.

I reached my hostel and walked to my dorm. I opened the door. Emily had already reached and she was working on her macbook.

"Hey there! How was your interview?" She asked turning towards her on the chair.

"It was good. Well-um they didn't ask me that much questions. The boss was a black lady named "Erica Sloane". She only asked my why I was suitable for CIA." I replied while leaning against the wall.

"Hmm! And what did you reply?" She asked.

"I said I am good in reading minds and faces. I am a black belt too so I will be a good choice for this job" I brushed my hairs with my fingers.

"Good! I hope they select you for this position." She said.

"I hope so and you know what Emily?" I chuckled at the thought of telling her.

"What?" She muttered.

"I met this guy in this office. I bought coffee and I didn't see this guy coming and we hit eachother and all the coffee got spilled on us. I apologized him and he didn't even mind like there wasn't a single frown on his face." I told her in one breath.

"Wow! How was that guy? Was he handsome, goodlooking?" She chuckled.

"Incredibly handsome. 6 feet tall, razor sharp jaw. A moustache and deep blue eyes." I replied.

"A guy with moustache? Aww! But how's that cute." She asked.

"He looks like he is born to keep a moustache." I added.

"Hmm! But I don't have a thing for a guy in moustache. I would like mine to be clean shaven." She turned towards her laptop then she remembered something and turned back to me.

"Natasha! We have planned a girls night out tonight with my friends. I would love if you could join us. We are going to a night club in Manhatten." She said while placing her chin on the backrest of the chair.

"I-I will think-

"What's the point of wasting time in thinking? Please come with us. You will enjoy a lot." She requested.

"Oh ok. I will go with you." I said. "Let me choose a dress to wear for this occassion." I said and rummaged through my suitcase. Finally I got a pink chiffon maxi with silk lining. It was perfect for a night out.

"I'm gonna wear this." I waved my maxi in the air to show her.

"Perfect! You will look gorgeous in that." She gave me a thumbs up.

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Walker had been called in Sloan's office for an important meeting.

He knocked at the door.

"Come in!" She said.

He walked in. He was as usually dressed in a three piece. He took a seat across the office table.

"Walker! I need you to listen to me carefully. I have an important information about a man. He was working with us previously but after leaving the job he has gone rogue. I have been informed that he is selling our secret information outside and that can be a dangerous threat to our country." She explained.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked with an expressionless face.

"I need you to track him and hunt him down. According to our sources he is coming to a nightclub in Manhatten tonight. You have to report it there and you have to kill him but be careful. You cannot do it in the nightclub. You will have to wait to shoot him after he comes out of that club. The club's building is not so high you can easily shoot the target from its roof." She explained.

"Do you have a picture of him?" He asked.

She spun the laptop around to face him.

"Take a look at him." She said.

He was a middle aged man. Short height, protruding belly and a hairless head. He was bald.

"Ok! I will leave in the evening." He said.

"Further information will be provided to you when you leave for the club. I will send you its location." She added.

"Ok ma'am!" He stood up and left the office.

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After taking a warm shower, Natasha got dressed in her pink chiffon maxi. She chose her nude Louboutin pumps to wear with it and a light Tiffany and co. key necklace.

Emily's gal pals were already in her dorm. They were making a lot of noise when suddenly Natasha turned up at the door.

"Oooh! Look who is here. Miss Gorgeous! Girl you look hot damn girl." Emily's friend swooned over her.

"Thankyou Thankyou! You all are looking gorgeous." She added.

"Let's call an Uber." Emily said and opened the app to fetch an uber.

After waiting for 15 minutes the Uber arrived. They all sat and the uber took them to the club in Manhatten.

After reaching the club, Emily straight away went to the bar. It was noisy as the people were dancing to loud music.

"Hey! Girls! What drink do you want?" She yelled at them.

"Mint Margarita! Both of us."The girls yelled.

Natasha! What do you want?" She asked.

"I don't drink. Well! May be I go with coke." She replied.

"Ok! Coke for you." She yelled back.

After a while she came with four cups holding them with her fingers.

"Here are your Margaritas and here is your coke." She said while placing their drinks on the table.

"Thanks Emily!" The girls said. "Ooh Natasha let's dance." The beat changed to Astronomia by Vicetone and Emily couldn't control herself. Emily took her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor.

Natasha couldn't say no to her and was pulled towards the dance floor. She left her coke on the table.

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Walker stopped her Land cruiser a little far from the nightclub. He climbed out of the car and went towards the night club.

He was claded in blue jeans, white Tshirt and a blackleather jacket the perfect dress for a Nightclub. He was not used to the environment of nightclubs nor he was interested in partying. The only reason he had ever been to a club is to drink or to get his job done as an assassin.

But he wasn't there to drink at that time. He took a seat at a table and watched the crowd of people dance on the beats.

Emily and Natasha were joined by their gal pals. Natasha's drink was still on the table. Walker couldn't see them in the huge crowd. His eyes were searching for his victim. It was difficult for him to see dur to darkness and colorful flickering lights.

"Emily I need to take my drink from the table. I'll be right back." Natasha said and left them dancing on the floor.

Walker was just seated beside their table. Natasha came and took her glass from the table. Walker saw her taking her glass from the table. He rose from his seat.

She took a big sip from her drink and went towards the floor taking sips from her drink.

"Hey! Natasha" Walker went after her.

She turned around and saw him.

"Hey! August! Its you. What are you doing here." She walked to him.

"You shouldn't be drinking this." He took the cup from her hand.

"Its only coke. I don't drink." She was flabbergasted on his move.

"I mean you don't drink again from the same glass after leaving it on the table. You can be drugged." He discarded the glass in the bin although she had drunk more than half from it.

"Stay here!" He said and went to the bar. He bought another glass of coke for her.

"Here you go!" He gave her the glass of coke.

"Thankyou August! Come with me. Let me introduce you to my friends."

"No. Not right now. Enjoy yourself. I am leaving now. I have been here for so long." He lied straightly.

"Oh my badluck again. I came late. I would've caught up with you if I came earlier." She smiled.

"Another time. Enjoy yourself. Bye!." He said and went to the other corner. He had seen his victim prepare to leave the club.

He went straight to the door for the staircase and headed to the roof. Someone had put a guitar case for him in the corner of the roof. He found it. He opened it to reveal a sniper rifle inside.

Quickly he took it out and attatched its telescope and silencer. He loaded the gun and aimed towards the road where his victim will be coming to stand.

Natasha wasn't feeling well so she came to her table. It started with nausea and converted into blurry vision. She felt the air was dense around her. Her drink was spiked. She immediately needed fresh air.

She got up from the table and walked to find the entrance. There was loud noise and flickering lights made her more sick. She mistakenly went to the staircase. She opèned the door and saw someone coming after her.

She started to climb the stairs as there was noway left for her to go. The man was after her. She had realized he had drugged her. She hurried upstairs in panic. She took off her shoes and threw at the man who was after her.

She pushed the door and it opened. She came to the roof. Her vision was blurry and her head was spinning. She tried to dial 911 from her cell. The man who was after her groped her from behind. Her cellphone fell on the ground. She used her fighting skills and kicked him back in the nuts.

Walker had heard her and put the rifle on the ground. He saw her trying to punch the man and kick him but her moves were disoriented.

The man grabbed her again wrapping his arm around her neck.

"Hey!" Walker yelled at him. He took out the gun from its holster and aimed at him.

"Let the girl go or I'll shoot." He grunted.

The man's grip on her neck stiffened. She tried to shake him off and that's when Walker aimed for his head. The bullet left the gun and went through Natasha's shoulder blade and hit the man in the chest.

She screamed in agony.

"Fuck!" Walker cursed as he realized he shot her too by mistake. He ran to her.

The man's grip on her neck losened and she fell. Walker got her in his arm and with his other hand he shot the man again in the head.

"Natasha!" He took her in his arms. She was bleeding and gasping for breath.

"August!" She moaned out his name.

"You'll be alright." He took out his cellphone and dialled his emergency number. It was provided by CIA in case of an emergency.

"Hello! August Walker here. I have an emergency. A man is down and my friend is wounded. Send help immediately." He hung up.

She had passed out untill then. Minutes later she was airlifted to the best hospital in NewYork.

Walker's mission had failed and he was going to have a class about it with Erica Sloane.